Lucia Walsh-Rhys is many things. Impetuous, stupidly heroic, generous to the point where anyone else wouldn't survive it. From New York.
Busting down El's door to get at this soul-eater.
"Well, not if I knew what it was for, but the school doesn't really use words."
"I suppose if you were sitting by yourself you'd get left quite alone and have no fun at all."
"Exactly! Man, this is--I guess I can't exactly disagree with the school, about whether this was a good idea, but I do not like weird things happening without our input."
"It should have a suggestion box. Do you reckon it would notice if we wrote in the margins of essays?"
"Probably not, but it seems unlikely to hurt anything, either, so why not," she snorts.
"We can try it once and if it gets us marked down enough to be inconvenient not do it again."